Happy Birthday, big sis!

The purpose behind this beautiful bit of blogger bliss is to boast of my big sister's bountiful being! Indeed, she has existed for 21 years as of today, and I believe that is a momentous feat! Speaking of feet, look at those cute little five-toed pedals! Anyway, she's gotten a lot bigger than that now, and has grown a lot more hair. But she still enjoys swimming in strange fluids, whether it be placenta or Green Lake. If you see my sister in the next week, be sure to wish her a happy birthday. And Joel, you totally owe her a Placenta Pie. Happy Birthday, big sis! I love you!

Big Sister, Bigger Brother

This is a picture of my brother and sister when they were younger. Quite frankly, my mom thought the scene was hilarious, so she photographed it before pulling the giant spike out of the doll's heart. I know, it's kind of morbid, but it helps you understand why I'm the way I am...weird. In fact, once, my brother and his friends put Heather's Skipper barbie in the microwave! Ha! Anyway, she has spots on her legs now, and I probably ripped her head off sometime along the way. Good Day.

My Dad

Now THIS is my dad. Even though it's a pretty old picture of him, it's obvious that he's the one who taught me guitar and harmonica. He's so talented he can even play them both at the same time! Wow! I wish I could do that, but I'll give it a couple years. That guitar that you see is the one I learned on. Someday, if you're at my house, ask to see it, and I'll show it to you! It's in pretty bad shape now. Anyway, I love my dad. He's great! And if you ask him, he might teach you guitar, or harmonica, or even BOTH!

My Big Brother

This is my big brother. If you don't read my blog and say nice things about it, I'm pretty sure he will end you. Look at those arms! Anyway, I used to be able to beat him up, but not anymore.

Ode to the Angry Lady

With a murderous clamor
She vomited her undying rage
Burning up homes and trees,
Angry like a bear in a cage.
Her heat melted snow,
Her ash covered all.
Her forces of explosion
Caused countless trees to fall.
The banks grew calm then,
her crater renewed its cool.
The silence surrounded me
And screamed like a ghoul.
Now 25 years later
She is traversed and worn
A favorite spot for tourists:
And many has she borne.
Trees sprout firm again,
Anchors amidst the barrage.
Their roots grow deep
And bear witness to carnage.
She is natural beauty in the
Form of natural strife.
Through causing so much death
She has finally given new life.

My Big Sister

This is my big sister. As you can see, she has some issues. I'm thinking about getting her a makeover for her birthday. I guess for now she likes the natural look better. Anyway, at least her teeth are white. And she flosses.

Fly

Days pass him by
Like a blur in life
Confidence is shattered,
Broken by a knife

Content in misery
Given over to strife
Wondering why
He wants a different life

He wants to fly,
Soar above it all
Find another way
To break down the wall
He wants to fly,
Soar above it all
Find another way
To break down the wall

Questions plaguing
Polluting his mind
Like what is the reason
For a simple life?

Lost in confusion
Searching for right
Hoping he'll live
Long in this life

He wants to soar
Avoid the fatal fall
Find a thing called love
Break down the wall
He wants to soar
Avoid the fatal fall
Find a thing called love
Break down the wall

There must be more to this
There must be more to this
There must be more to this life

He wants to fly
Soar above it all
Find another way
To break down the wall
He wants to soar
Avoid the fatal fall
Find a thing called love
Break down the wall

--Lyrics and music by John Carlsen, Jr.

Mein neuer Flugzeug!

Schau, Ich habe ein neuer Flugzeug gekauft! Hier ist mein Düsenflieger! Ich fahre die ganze Welt mit dem Flugzeug. Jeden Tag fragen meine Freunden, "Dürfen wir in deinem Flugzeug fahren??" und jeden Tag muss ich "Nein!" sagen. Wirklich, mir ist egal, aber das freut mich. Gestern hat mein Hund aus dem Teppich gekotzt, und ich war wirklich böse! Der Hund versteht nicht, dass dieser Flugzeug ein neuer Flugzeug ist! Ich kann nicht Erbrochene beflecken haben! Aber sie sind halb so schlimm als Pisse beflecken. Pisse beflecken sind furchtbar! Übrigens, mein Hund kommt an der Flugzeug nie mal!

Zombie Doom!

I thought you guys might be getting tired of all this writing. Here's a nice color picture for you! Yay! Keep your fingers away from that guy though. He looks grumpy.

My Bad

In reviewing my blog's archives, I discovered that I have made an error not easily excused. To those around me, my family, friends, my loved ones, my blog reading faithful, to you indeed I must apologize. Deep in the annals of my blog have I discovered a promise that has gone unfulfilled, a declaration that has gone unheard, a dream that has gone unrealized. I rediscovered my article from July 26th, 2004, in regards to changing my middle name to Zeppelin. In this succulent piece of crafted language I argued the finer points of this name change, and ultimately arrived with the conclusion that I cannot in sound mind refuse Led Zeppelin this honor. I informed my blog-reading public that I should undergo this process immediately upon reaching adulthood. Alas, that time has come and gone! I have reached 18! I can smoke, I can vote, and I can register for the Draft! I have indeed done all three things, and yet one duty has remained undone. To this duty I pledge my life, my fortune, and my sacred honor. I must now become Justin Zeppelin Ehli. And take heart! I shall! For if I were not to fulfill this quest, this desire, this need for life, I should deny my blog readers truth. Am I not merciful? Am I not true? To whom have I lied? What stories have I fabricated? To what point and purpose would I fail to reach my destiny?? From this point I take my leave. I am off to the State to alter my identity. Farewell, my faithful. If I do not return, know that I have died not in vain, but for truth, honor, and integrity! The quest be not sacred that is not guided by truth, and this quest, I assure you, is in the charge of veritable purpose. Ay! Until my next writing, stay faithful and strong, my brothers.

Life is Beautiful

Wow, it's been over 2 months since I posted in this! I'm sure no one will read this because my hoardes of faithful readers have all moved on to greater aspects of their lives....But now I'm ready to move on too! As a senior in high school (i know, high school was forever ago, huh?) I've been trying to figure out this thing called "College" (College is the thing that almost every single one of my readers attends--Go Dawgs!). Well, turns out you have to "apply," and hopefully you get "Accepted." Then you have to pay this stuff called "money" to get an "Edumacation." So now that you are familiarized with the schooling process, I shall inform you how I'm coping with this.
Two weekends ago, Sat. Jan. 22nd, I was at Central Washington University, one of the two schools I'm applying to (the other is UPS). Both of these schools are at the top of my list because they both have exemplary music programs with renowned directors. So I was at CWU for the John Moawad Jazz Festival, which they hold every year, and I was the featured soloist (trombone) on one song. After our performance, on the way to our adjudication room, I ran into Mr. Larry Gookin, director of bands at CWU. He said he was impressed with my solo, and we talked about college, and my grades, and music, and other instruments, etc. He then proceeded to inform me that I could get my tuition waivered if I got my application in within 2 weeks. Pretty sure I'm going to Central.
In other reasoning, UPS is 26,800 a year, plus the snooty attitude, minus their director who's leaving next year, minus their current professor of Tuba and Euphonium (who's also leaving and is my current euphonium instructor)....and Central has a great professor of Trombone. And it would be totally good for me to get away from home, though I don't necessarily desire to. And here's the sealer on the whole deal. My favorite restaurant ever is the Campus U-Tote-Em in Ellensburg, across the street from Central. No contest. I'm goin for the burger joint.
In other news, today was the end of first semester. It occured to me over the weekend that since all my transcripts and applications are in, none of my senior year matters as long as I graduate. Wow! What a feeling! So today, being the end of semester, was a half day, and one of the most beautiful days of the year. I went out with friends and played Ultimate Frisbee for 2 hours, which helped me realize how bad my cardio-vascular system is. I've been in weight training all year, but that doesn't work much but the muscles. So I can't run very well anymore. But it felt really really good to be hot and sweaty and have an asthma attack and then drink lots of water and run around some more. Don't ask me how that works, but it totally does. If you know Ultimate, you know what I mean. I hopefully will play again tomorrow, as there's no school all day.
I just looked back at what I've written so far and I realized that this blog is becoming what I never wanted it to be: an actual blog. I'm telling you about my day. I'm not sharing random facts, I'm not showing cool pics, I'm not writing long dissertations on nothing at all. I'm not ranting, I'm not raving, I'm not exposing my genius to an otherwise ignorant world. I'm not chanting, jiving, or even undulating; I'm blogging. Horror of Horrors!